nanobrain said:
Diary of a Drug Fiend by Aleister Crowley, published in 1922.
excerpt:
"Oh, yes, heroin," said Lamus; "Cocaine. We regret exceedingly to be out of it for the moment." The brute seemed unconscious of our distress. He gave an imitation of an apologetic shop-walker. "But let me show you our latest line in morphine" ...."
WARNING: One must be well acquainted in life and times of Crowley before becoming too involved in his writings. I've known more than one person, who for one reason or another, permanently left the known world behind in search for extreme abstractions
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
But it is a good read
A great collection of ramblings can be found in extracts from the Psychedelic Review, a revolutionary 60's forum on pschopharmacological substances.
The Psychedelic Reader edited by Leary, Metzner and Weil. You can retrace Wasson's unprecedented journeys into discovery of the psychedelic fungi of Mexico, and other equally interesting topics. Some good stuff also from Leary on the first clinical results of LSD experiments, as well as some interesting and still very relevant discussion on Law and the psychedelics.
On the good novel list is
Ecstasy by Irvine Welsh. Three very different short stories, each of which seeing E play a key but different role. The good, the bad and the indescribable are all graphically generated with each story.
Hint: learn some Scottish slang first, and if Train Spotting shocked you, forget this one
One other if you ever are fortunate enough to see it.
Cocaine (author unknown)
A novel set in the 1920's in france. A young reporter, Tito Anaudi, is requested by his uncle who owns
The Washington Times to investigate the use of cocaine in france. It's a sad, but funny in a black way story about how Tito falls for the seduction of the drug, and eventually kills himself by visiting a friend in a lab and stealing a small vial of typhus. After drinking the contents and falling gravely ill, he derived great pleasure from witnessing the ridiculous diagnoses various doctors made as to his illness. Within the story, Tito is taken to the finest parties where morphine was in a large dish on the table and ether was passed around much like nitrous is today.
